Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 499

"Alright."

Roseanne gave her neck a little twist, followed by a shake of her head. Surprisingly, the hair clip held fast, not showing any signs of giving up its grip.

"Hey! Your boyfriend's got quite the knack for this, seems even better than mine!" The cheerful vendor complimented.

Owen just smirked.

Roseanne tried to clarify, "He's not my—"

But the vendor didn't let her finish—

"In our hometown, a man brushing a woman's hair symbolizes growing old together, hearts forever entwined. Sadly, these days, men can be such couch potatoes. Not even a simple brush through your hair, too much to ask for them. But your boyfriend here is quite something," the vendor gave Owen a nod of approval, "learns fast and has the patience, willing to get his hands dirty."

Roseanne wanted to explain, "He's not—"

The vendor cut her off, "Sweetie, you got yourself a keeper. Good men are hard to find these days."

Roseanne was defeated. Why won't anyone let her finish?

As they walked on, Owen suddenly asked, "Got it down?"

"…What?"

"Doing up hair."

Roseanne was speechless.

How could she have learned without watching?

Owen: "Want me to go over it again?"

"No, no, that's alright." Roseanne quickly waved it off.

It's not like her hair required meticulous styling. A simple clip would do.

"You doubt my skills?"

Roseanne gave a wry smile: "…I doubt my own."

Owen was speechless.

Well, if it's going to end up a disaster either way...

He probably shouldn't even bother.

Nothing there!

Owen touched his cheek: "Me—laughing?"

"You were just now, not anymore though."

"Maybe…" He paused for a moment, "I just thought of something funny, couldn't help but laugh."

"Heh…" Norris nudged him, "You know, sometimes I do that too. Just thinking about my wife makes me chuckle."

Owen's eyes flickered.

Norris added, "By the way, Owen, at your age, how come you haven't got a girlfriend? Is work keeping you too busy to meet girls?"

"Want Roseanne's mom to set you up? There are a few new teachers at our school who aren't half bad…"

Cough!

Owen nearly choked. "No, that's alright."

"Why be formal with me?"